The Beginning - PART ONE
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The sun beginning to set over Tokyo, a mesmerizing sight from the window of Izaya's elaborate apartment. It even managed to distract Kida from the work he had been given to complete before he left for the evening. Simple filing and taking of notes, nothing terribly heavy or involving for an evening like this. He was caught gazing off for a good five minutes before a voice rung clear through the air.
"You know of the many Maid Cafes in Akiba, correct?"
"Of course," Kida peeling his gaze away from the window to look that the dark haired man stationed in from of his computer, "Cute girls in maid outfits calling you 'master' while serving food to you. Why are you bringing this up now?"
"Mmm," he hummed pushing away from his spot, the chair gliding back a ways before he got up abruptly, "I'm bringing this up because I need you go to Schatz Kiste and collect some information for me."
He put the files down, "Doesn't that location tend to frequently turn people away?"
"They do, but that won't be a problem for you," the assurance came quickly as he trailed across the floor to the blond's side, "You'll be getting in another way."
"Izaya-san... You've lost me," Kida admitted, eyeing the old with growing suspicion as the other leaned down to smile over enthusiastically in his face. He leaned back when he felt his personal bubble becoming invaded.
"You like seeing girls dressed in cute clothes, don't you? So this will be perfect for you. All the cute girls you want, plus, you'll even get to spend an hour with the cafe just to yourself," Izaya bargained thoughtfully, adding on casually after, "All you have to do is serve one of the regulars. Nakijima Hideo I believe his name is."
This offer was kind of a tease. An hour of private time with a cafe full of super cute girls in maid costumes. On the other hand though, he had to... "You want me to dress in drag?"
"In blunt terms, yes." It was almost insulting how he would side step it one second then act like he had said it so plainly in the first place. He thought the offer over before agreeing to it. Cute girls in maid costumes were definitely worth dressing in drag for. Why? Because it meant he'd get to spend a lot more time with them. The blond gave a nod, "Alright, I'll do it."
A contented smile spread over Izaya's face, pulling out his cellphone and dialling a number while he slowly strolled back towards the grand view provided by the window, "Hi, I was wondering if you could have Order number 345362 delivered by tomorrow. ...9 am would be perfect. Thank you." The phone beeped as the call was ended, he smiled over to the employed Yellow Scarf, "Tomorrow at 9 then, I expect that you'll be here. Preferably a bit early."
"Yeah, yeah. Are you sending me home now?" He waved a hand and put the unsorted files in a separate location until he could go through them properly in the morning. He caught the man nod out of the corner of his eye, shrugged and pulled his bag up from the spot in front of the couch where he had been working, "See you tomorrow then."
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Namie was always the first to greet him through the door, even if Izaya was present, usually organizing one thing or another, cooking or preparing tea. It made Kida wonder why Izaya didn't just ask her to take on this job of his instead. He moved to the spot where he had left the files the night before and began sorting through them again, adding tabs to files that had information that should be transferred and copied. His mind wandered back to the maid issue. Could it have been because she would have turned it down? Or maybe because she was too old to pull such an act off. She did have a kind of stubbornness about her.
"Masaomi-kun," Izaya called from his desk, sipping on what was either tea or coffee, "Could you come here for a moment." Kida was beginning to think these papers were never going to get filed properly at this rate. Regardless he set them aside to hear out whatever it was the man wanted him for, "Yeah?"
"Mmm, changed my mind, sit down." He was waved off and Kida rolled his eyes as he dragged himself back to those files.
Ten minutes later, Izaya summoned again, "Masaomi-kun, come here."
"What is it?" He responded from his seat, refusing to repeat the prior request of pointlessness. He could see that Izaya wasn't pleased with this as his eyes shifted over only for a brief second before focusing back on the screen before him.
"We need to start your training. Namie, could you please take over Masaomi-kun's task? You two will be switching roles starting today."
He felt a flicker of embarrassment as Namie looked up from whatever item she was dusting, she shrugged, placed the duster down and strolled over to where he was situated presently, "Sure thing. Don't break anything." Kida noticed he was being treated as the lowest tier, grumbling as he got up to perform monotonous tasks as Izaya's personal slave.
Immediately he received some criticism. "I believe the appropriate response to that would have been, 'Yes master' with a nice pinch on the end. No grumbling, keep a smile on, and try to have fun."
He never wanted to punch Izaya so hard in the face in his entire life. He forced a smile on, tried using the peak of his vocal chords while tilting his head cutely to the side, "Yes master!" He just had to remind himself of the cute girls in maid costumes as well as what he could possibly grasp in the long run from working here in the first place.
In the first hour under this new command, seven requests were made. The first was to prepare a fresh cup of coffee. The second was to fix Izaya's hair ( which never looked out of place to begin with ), the third was to fetch a snack, the fourth was to kill the spider that was climbing the window, the fifth was to clean the window for having smeared it with spider guts, sixth was to sweep the floor and finally the seventh.
"Masaomi-kun, would you please buzz the man through the door?"
"Certainly, Master!" He had a whole new appreciation for the girl's who worked at the maid cafe. Surely not all their customers were this demanding, or ridiculous but for the odd ones who were? He applauded them. He moved to the intercom and pressed the button allowing those down on the first flop to make their way into the building. He waited patiently by the door expecting the admitted person to be up and banging on it at any moment. Surprise, surprise, he was right. He pulled the door open and smiled to the delivery man. Really, he wondered what it could possibly be. The package was smaller than he had expected if it was what he assumed it was, signing for it in Izaya's place as the man left just as quickly as he had came.
He brought the package over, "Here you are, Master!" Surely he must have been somehow filling some sort of fetish Izaya had. It was the only explanation for all of this.
"Thank you Masaomi-kun, you may take a seat now." He hoped that meant he didn't have controlled bathroom breaks too, regardless he took a seat near by, curious to see whether his guess was right or wrong as the package was opened. Sure enough the outfit emerged. Far from what would be considered traditional, however. Izaya held it out for all to see, standing up from his chair to unfold and stretch the wrinkles out as best as he could. A bright, yellow, collared, cat tailed maid's uniform. Shoes and stockings included in the bag on his desk and from the looks of it, a pair of cat ears too. The smile fell from Kida's face.
He had to wear that, didn't he?
"Masaomi-chan," Izaya instructed, folding the dress over his arm as he was pretty sure he just heard Namie snort in the background, "The iron is in the corner beside the kitchen. The far left. An ironing board is there as well. Would you be so kind as to iron this for me?"
"Y-yes.... Master."
"Hmm? What was that?"
"Y-Yes, Master!" Cute girls. He just had to remember the cute girls.
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So in the corner, there was Masaomi ironing the dress until it was free of all unwanted wrinkles. An admitedly difficult chore and task given the shape of the dress, layers and the assorted ruffles that he kept flattening and putting out of place over and over. An hour later he had a presentable result.
"Very good, Masaomi-chan!" Izaya clapped, pleased with the work done, "Now put it on."
"I'm leaving," Namie announced, putting the files down before checking herself out for the day. It was only eleven am. It hadn't even hit lunch yet. Kida remained frozen, until he heard the door slam shut.
Glancing behind at the door then back at Izaya, "Is it okay for her to go?"
"I told you to put the uniform on, Masaomi-chan. She's an adult, so I expect she's making a decision based on her best interest."
He stayed silent for a moment before putting the outfit on over his clothes before Izaya got up to stop him, "It won't fit properly. You have to change." He pulled the dress off, carefully putting it back in his arms. The bag was dropped along with all of the accessories it contained with the shoes on top, "You can use my bedroom if you aren't comfortable changing right here."
He turned around, squeezing the girlish articles close to his chest as he walked towards the man's quarters. He was overwhelmed. In just two days everything felt like he had jumped into some kind of dream world where he was waiting to be pinched awake at any moment. Unfortunately, that pinch never came. He looked himself over in the mirror, adjusting a clip to sit in his hair. The dress was a perfect fit just like everything else. The collar with a large bell covered his adam's apple, kitty ears sat on top of his head, and a wired tail perked out from the back. It was all and all very convincing, which was something Kida was surprised with. He turned around in front of the mirror many times just trying to grasp how this could happen. Puffy sleeves, yellow apron, knee length stockings with black strapped shoes. He was almost scared to leave the room in having to face Izaya like this but eventually he worked up the courage to creep out of the room and tip toe back to the man sitting in front of his desk. He was typing away, almost like he hadn't even noticed he had come out yet. Yellow eyes glanced about before he 'a-hem'ed and made his presence known. Izaya glanced up.
And smiled.
"Uh-...It... Fits," he mustered before forcing a smile of his own on, shrugging and gesturing to the attire. He was beaconed over.
"Masaomi-chan," Izaya started slowly as he stood awkwardly in front of the man's desk, smoothing out the front of his dress as he was not all that accustomed to the strange breeze formed from wearing something quite like this, "You've forgotten part of your training already."
"What's that?"
"Master," Izaya hummed, beaconing him closer still. Cautiously he stepped forward.
"I'm very sorry, Master," Kida stated shyly, hands gripping the front of that dress tightly, "I won't... Repeat the same mistake again."
His smile spread, looking positively pleased with the result of things so far, he nodded, "Wonderful, now Masaomi-chan... My cup is empty, would you please refill it for me?"
"Yes Master!" He exclaimed, stiffening momentarily as he took the cup from the other and nearly skipped off to refill it. Without actually skipping of course. More like a rushed walk while trying not to trip in the new pair of shoes he had on.
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The sun beginning to set over Tokyo, a mesmerizing sight from the window of Izaya's elaborate apartment. It even managed to distract Kida from the work he had been given to complete before he left for the evening. Simple filing and taking of notes, nothing terribly heavy or involving for an evening like this. He was caught gazing off for a good five minutes before a voice rung clear through the air.
"You know of the many Maid Cafes in Akiba, correct?"
"Of course," Kida peeling his gaze away from the window to look that the dark haired man stationed in from of his computer, "Cute girls in maid outfits calling you 'master' while serving food to you. Why are you bringing this up now?"
"Mmm," he hummed pushing away from his spot, the chair gliding back a ways before he got up abruptly, "I'm bringing this up because I need you go to Schatz Kiste and collect some information for me."
He put the files down, "Doesn't that location tend to frequently turn people away?"
"They do, but that won't be a problem for you," the assurance came quickly as he trailed across the floor to the blond's side, "You'll be getting in another way."
"Izaya-san... You've lost me," Kida admitted, eyeing the old with growing suspicion as the other leaned down to smile over enthusiastically in his face. He leaned back when he felt his personal bubble becoming invaded.
"You like seeing girls dressed in cute clothes, don't you? So this will be perfect for you. All the cute girls you want, plus, you'll even get to spend an hour with the cafe just to yourself," Izaya bargained thoughtfully, adding on casually after, "All you have to do is serve one of the regulars. Nakijima Hideo I believe his name is."
This offer was kind of a tease. An hour of private time with a cafe full of super cute girls in maid costumes. On the other hand though, he had to... "You want me to dress in drag?"
"In blunt terms, yes." It was almost insulting how he would side step it one second then act like he had said it so plainly in the first place. He thought the offer over before agreeing to it. Cute girls in maid costumes were definitely worth dressing in drag for. Why? Because it meant he'd get to spend a lot more time with them. The blond gave a nod, "Alright, I'll do it."
A contented smile spread over Izaya's face, pulling out his cellphone and dialling a number while he slowly strolled back towards the grand view provided by the window, "Hi, I was wondering if you could have Order number 345362 delivered by tomorrow. ...9 am would be perfect. Thank you." The phone beeped as the call was ended, he smiled over to the employed Yellow Scarf, "Tomorrow at 9 then, I expect that you'll be here. Preferably a bit early."
"Yeah, yeah. Are you sending me home now?" He waved a hand and put the unsorted files in a separate location until he could go through them properly in the morning. He caught the man nod out of the corner of his eye, shrugged and pulled his bag up from the spot in front of the couch where he had been working, "See you tomorrow then."
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Namie was always the first to greet him through the door, even if Izaya was present, usually organizing one thing or another, cooking or preparing tea. It made Kida wonder why Izaya didn't just ask her to take on this job of his instead. He moved to the spot where he had left the files the night before and began sorting through them again, adding tabs to files that had information that should be transferred and copied. His mind wandered back to the maid issue. Could it have been because she would have turned it down? Or maybe because she was too old to pull such an act off. She did have a kind of stubbornness about her.
"Masaomi-kun," Izaya called from his desk, sipping on what was either tea or coffee, "Could you come here for a moment." Kida was beginning to think these papers were never going to get filed properly at this rate. Regardless he set them aside to hear out whatever it was the man wanted him for, "Yeah?"
"Mmm, changed my mind, sit down." He was waved off and Kida rolled his eyes as he dragged himself back to those files.
Ten minutes later, Izaya summoned again, "Masaomi-kun, come here."
"What is it?" He responded from his seat, refusing to repeat the prior request of pointlessness. He could see that Izaya wasn't pleased with this as his eyes shifted over only for a brief second before focusing back on the screen before him.
"We need to start your training. Namie, could you please take over Masaomi-kun's task? You two will be switching roles starting today."
He felt a flicker of embarrassment as Namie looked up from whatever item she was dusting, she shrugged, placed the duster down and strolled over to where he was situated presently, "Sure thing. Don't break anything." Kida noticed he was being treated as the lowest tier, grumbling as he got up to perform monotonous tasks as Izaya's personal slave.
Immediately he received some criticism. "I believe the appropriate response to that would have been, 'Yes master' with a nice pinch on the end. No grumbling, keep a smile on, and try to have fun."
He never wanted to punch Izaya so hard in the face in his entire life. He forced a smile on, tried using the peak of his vocal chords while tilting his head cutely to the side, "Yes master!" He just had to remind himself of the cute girls in maid costumes as well as what he could possibly grasp in the long run from working here in the first place.
In the first hour under this new command, seven requests were made. The first was to prepare a fresh cup of coffee. The second was to fix Izaya's hair ( which never looked out of place to begin with ), the third was to fetch a snack, the fourth was to kill the spider that was climbing the window, the fifth was to clean the window for having smeared it with spider guts, sixth was to sweep the floor and finally the seventh.
"Masaomi-kun, would you please buzz the man through the door?"
"Certainly, Master!" He had a whole new appreciation for the girl's who worked at the maid cafe. Surely not all their customers were this demanding, or ridiculous but for the odd ones who were? He applauded them. He moved to the intercom and pressed the button allowing those down on the first flop to make their way into the building. He waited patiently by the door expecting the admitted person to be up and banging on it at any moment. Surprise, surprise, he was right. He pulled the door open and smiled to the delivery man. Really, he wondered what it could possibly be. The package was smaller than he had expected if it was what he assumed it was, signing for it in Izaya's place as the man left just as quickly as he had came.
He brought the package over, "Here you are, Master!" Surely he must have been somehow filling some sort of fetish Izaya had. It was the only explanation for all of this.
"Thank you Masaomi-kun, you may take a seat now." He hoped that meant he didn't have controlled bathroom breaks too, regardless he took a seat near by, curious to see whether his guess was right or wrong as the package was opened. Sure enough the outfit emerged. Far from what would be considered traditional, however. Izaya held it out for all to see, standing up from his chair to unfold and stretch the wrinkles out as best as he could. A bright, yellow, collared, cat tailed maid's uniform. Shoes and stockings included in the bag on his desk and from the looks of it, a pair of cat ears too. The smile fell from Kida's face.
He had to wear that, didn't he?
"Masaomi-chan," Izaya instructed, folding the dress over his arm as he was pretty sure he just heard Namie snort in the background, "The iron is in the corner beside the kitchen. The far left. An ironing board is there as well. Would you be so kind as to iron this for me?"
"Y-yes.... Master."
"Hmm? What was that?"
"Y-Yes, Master!" Cute girls. He just had to remember the cute girls.
---
So in the corner, there was Masaomi ironing the dress until it was free of all unwanted wrinkles. An admitedly difficult chore and task given the shape of the dress, layers and the assorted ruffles that he kept flattening and putting out of place over and over. An hour later he had a presentable result.
"Very good, Masaomi-chan!" Izaya clapped, pleased with the work done, "Now put it on."
"I'm leaving," Namie announced, putting the files down before checking herself out for the day. It was only eleven am. It hadn't even hit lunch yet. Kida remained frozen, until he heard the door slam shut.
Glancing behind at the door then back at Izaya, "Is it okay for her to go?"
"I told you to put the uniform on, Masaomi-chan. She's an adult, so I expect she's making a decision based on her best interest."
He stayed silent for a moment before putting the outfit on over his clothes before Izaya got up to stop him, "It won't fit properly. You have to change." He pulled the dress off, carefully putting it back in his arms. The bag was dropped along with all of the accessories it contained with the shoes on top, "You can use my bedroom if you aren't comfortable changing right here."
He turned around, squeezing the girlish articles close to his chest as he walked towards the man's quarters. He was overwhelmed. In just two days everything felt like he had jumped into some kind of dream world where he was waiting to be pinched awake at any moment. Unfortunately, that pinch never came. He looked himself over in the mirror, adjusting a clip to sit in his hair. The dress was a perfect fit just like everything else. The collar with a large bell covered his adam's apple, kitty ears sat on top of his head, and a wired tail perked out from the back. It was all and all very convincing, which was something Kida was surprised with. He turned around in front of the mirror many times just trying to grasp how this could happen. Puffy sleeves, yellow apron, knee length stockings with black strapped shoes. He was almost scared to leave the room in having to face Izaya like this but eventually he worked up the courage to creep out of the room and tip toe back to the man sitting in front of his desk. He was typing away, almost like he hadn't even noticed he had come out yet. Yellow eyes glanced about before he 'a-hem'ed and made his presence known. Izaya glanced up.
And smiled.
"Uh-...It... Fits," he mustered before forcing a smile of his own on, shrugging and gesturing to the attire. He was beaconed over.
"Masaomi-chan," Izaya started slowly as he stood awkwardly in front of the man's desk, smoothing out the front of his dress as he was not all that accustomed to the strange breeze formed from wearing something quite like this, "You've forgotten part of your training already."
"What's that?"
"Master," Izaya hummed, beaconing him closer still. Cautiously he stepped forward.
"I'm very sorry, Master," Kida stated shyly, hands gripping the front of that dress tightly, "I won't... Repeat the same mistake again."
His smile spread, looking positively pleased with the result of things so far, he nodded, "Wonderful, now Masaomi-chan... My cup is empty, would you please refill it for me?"
"Yes Master!" He exclaimed, stiffening momentarily as he took the cup from the other and nearly skipped off to refill it. Without actually skipping of course. More like a rushed walk while trying not to trip in the new pair of shoes he had on.
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